Life in a time of melancholy
Dragging along, one of us walking wounded; early to bed, late to rise. Strange foodlike items keep arriving on the porch. Fortunately they aren't tempting to me.
Life is tranquil and gray, to quote the weather report.
Life is tranquil and gray, to quote the weather report.
posted by isabelita at 9:48 AM
3 Comments:
"foodlike?"
As in "resembling food, but not actually being food?" And why are they being delivered to your porch.
Strange, indeed.
Holiday gifts, kathyr, and fortunately for me, not ones I'm tempted by.
Life is tranquil and blue here. Clear skies in December. We are glad for the extra hours of light each day.
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